God help me, I wish I’d never started that pie. If I hadn’t been convinced my worth could be found and sifted together with flour and sugar, I might have avoided breaking my pie plate
If you’re a child of the 80’s or, if you’ve ever watched The NeverEnding Story, then you understand my title’s rhetorical nod. Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning in the swamps, not of sadness, but
I heard a pastor on Christian television saying today that “women are multipliers” – explaining, that they make much of whatever they are given. I immediately thought of the skill my daughter has to design